I think there comes a time in many peoples lives when they just accept that they're not athletic. I've known for a while now that getting sweaty in the pursuit of fitness does not come naturally to me. I tell myself that a nearly full time job and two small kiddie winks is the reason I don't work out a lot. But, to be honest, when I was footloose and fancy free I was a lazy moo. I've always been fairly slim, (apart from at the moment, at the moment my bum is definitely on the peachy side) so I haven't felt the imperative to work out frequently. I wasn't really encouraged to exercise as a teenager and was always too self conscious to work out in front of other people. A classic recipe for exercise avoidance. Having said all that, historically I've managed to dip in and out of a regime of some kind. The gym, walking, ballet, riding, tennis, mountain biking - I've done it all in small doses, keeping my stamina ticking over.

But now I really feel like my age and inactivity has caught up with me. I'm unfit, I'm knackered and my hips hurt. My children are demanding and I have a manic schedule, which involves getting the children ready, taking them to school or nursery, going to work, working, picking them up, cooking, washing, cleaning, sleeping...you get my drift. I know it's easy to make excuses but unless you keep on top of your fitness you can suddenly find yourself with a gym membership that is so unused you're embarrassed to go back and shortness of breath when you climb up the stairs. It's a shameful and inexcusable state of affairs. It's all there on a plate for me. I have trainers (pair of, not fitness professionals at my disposal), I have an exercise bike and a rowing machine. There is a weights bench in the shed and I have the aforementioned gym membership festering away just round the corner. What is wrong with me? Frankly I'm just lazy and I've never had anyone tell me to sort my shit out. I'm pretty sure if I had a personal trainer who knocks on my door I would pay them to go away and then eat a flapjack.

So, this post was self indulgent and all about me, but I guess that's what a blog is for. Honesty. It's just a fact. I'm lazy, I'm exhausted from my hectic lifestyle and I'd rather write a blog about being lazy than get off my peachy (expanding) rear end and do something about it. Pah, early grave it is.

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I'm Sophie, a Mum of two small boys. I blog about food & nutrition, health, children, my body (not in a wierd way), stress and general observations about stuff that goes down when you're on the mum/work/mum treadmill.